Did you have a lovely Christmas, if Christmas is one of the things you celebrate? I certainly did, right up until about an hour ago when I found out my 9:25pm flight from San Diego to San Francisco was delayed until 10:50pm. Of course I found this out right after I'd waved goodbye to my dad at the airport and checked my baggage, thus leaving me no choice but to take a seat at Gate 10 next to the man to my left---who not only smells suspiciously of feet but also has the charming habit of humming tunelessly---and entertain myself for close to two hours.
What does that mean? Well, I guess it means you get a lot of pictures of my Christmas.
Here are the presents I wrapped, for instance:
If you know anything about me, you know that I like making things look cute. Yes, I know the presents are going to get unwrapped again 24 hours later and the only person who'll appreciate the adorable hand-written shipping tag labels is me, but still, let a girl have her fun where she can.
I spent Christmas Eve running errands at Trader Joe's and Target, which are exactly the kind of places you want to be on Christmas Eve, trust me, and then making a large jug of eggnog and a plate of chocolate peppermint cookies. In the evening, we went to a carol service, and then we came home and ate and drank and sang and reenacted the famous Burns Family Version of The Twelve Days of Christmas, which comes complete with hand actions and a side order of hysterics.
This is not a picture of that reenactment. Those will go to the grave. If Sean ever needs to bribe me for anything, he has some very good video footage of me pantomiming nine lords a-leaping.
Christmas Day was a frenzy of opening presents and stuffing our faces, both of which were pretty much the only activities we completed all day.
Also, it was just really really nice to all be together.
My big present from my parents was a turquoise bicycle, which makes me sound like a fifth grader, but let me tell you, getting a bicycle for Christmas when you're thirty is exactly as exciting as getting a bicycle for Christmas when you're ten.
I need a basket for her---I assume she's a her---and a bicycle bell too, so that I might more thoroughly act out my fantasies of cycling through town with a baguette and a stack of library books, smelling faintly of honeysuckle while wearing a stripy top and a flowy skirt. Too much? Maybe.
Anyway, since I spent the last week doing nothing more than lolling about reading magazines and acting like a person training to enter a competitive eating contest, I don't have a whole lot of interesting updates for you (cheese is still delicious, Us Weekly is still obsessed with Kate and William), so I shall leave this here and get back to my regularly scheduled activity of glaring meaningfully at passengers who are having irriratingly loud mobile phone conversations in the airport departure lounge. There are also a ton more photos from my Christmas break here, on the offchance that this sort of thing interests you. But what about you: did you have a lovely holiday? Do your pants still button? Do tell.